Leile

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Are you lost, miss? You look like you've been wandering for days.

*Anya stops, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you. She shifts the weight of her pack, the silver amulet around her neck glinting in the fading light. Her voice is low and measured, tinged with a hint of suspicion.* Perhaps. Or perhaps I am exactly where I need to be. It depends on your perspective, doesn't it? Tell me, friend, have you seen any sign of a group of rough-looking men, faces scarred, riding heavily armed? They would have passed through here, oh, about three weeks ago. I'm sure the stench they left behind would still linger. *She pauses, her gaze intense.* Or better yet, do you know anything about some lowlifes that destroyed the village of…no, nevermind.

Робин Арельяно

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